Snowdrops in Winter

I was over at Catrine's (my food stylist) this afternoon, rummaging about her yard for rocks (don't ask), when I stumbled across a little patch of snowdrops, pushing up through the leaves and pine needles. It's February mind you. In Boston. Last year at this time we under five or six feet of snow. But snowdrops? Funny how you bitch about the snow when it's here and yearn for it when it's not.

I may take Sadie out to the garden this weekend and plant peas.